Graves Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Black lives matter when the inventions of this world are looked upon.

We hold the world captive with our thinking from the sentinel of times.

Engraved with the horizon of tombs that was discovered before man knew himself.

Challenged with hypocrisy we reached for unknown ways of transforming our language.

Chosen in time with everlasting citizenship our naturalization became their hindrance.

Unclaimed flesh for their torment of life gave them sufficient knowledge of living.

Their brokerage of consultation withdrew the life of our ancestors from life.

Forever is a witness of our brutalization that was snatched with the condensation of breathing.

No reconciliation for our way of life only seclusion that wavers in the storms of realization.

The NAACP marches with the contention of solidifying equality; suits of conventions on the hill write bills of legal fertilizations.

Pharaoh's gifts of wheat and melons are concealed with poison words of sharp instruments.

Deceits are their garments of prisons without capturing our minds to institutionalize our generations.

Craftsmanship of dialogues without dissimulations are unheralded decrees of our beings.

Their graves of our distinctions cannot silence our generations of voices from the graves.

Written by Theodore Mosley
August 15,2018